Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.